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Mama Tried
Kalox 1109
 
    
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Mama Tried
 
ID: 5416
   Instrumental  

LabelKalox
Label information
Grid list of Kalox recordings
Number1109
TypeSinging Call
Copies3
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Harry Lackey     recordings by Harry Lackey
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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Circle left
First thing I remember knowing
Was a lonesome whistle blowing

Left allemande that corner, weave the ring
Just a lonely rebel child from a family meek and mild
Let's box the gnat, the girls star left two times
I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
Let's swing the lady round and promenade
Oh, mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better but her pleadings I denied
And leaves only me to blame, cause mama tried


FIGURE    A1, corner progression

1 & 3 (2 & 4) square thru 4 hands in the middle you do
When you see that corner girl make a right hand star
Heads star left in the middle of the town, you gonna turn it once around
To the same two you go right & left thru and then dive thru
You star thru and cross trail, well the corner lady swing
Let's swing the corner round, promenade
Oh, mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better but her pleadings I denied
And leaves only me to blame, cause mama tried

 
Lyrics

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Mama Tried Lyrics ID: 247

The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.

One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.

Lyrics by Merle Haggard. 

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